Rear Window

The saga continues.

We had been encouraged by our insurers to switch from attempting to find a replacement rear windscreen in Spain and move to France instead. It wouldn't take as long, we were assured. Indeed one lady from the french agency I spoke to thought it would only be 5 days or so to get the glass. She wanted to know where we were were - I said Nice, reasoning that it didn't matter if the glass got there ahead of us. We gave them all the details and hoped they'd get on with it.

A phone call this morning asked us to go to a garage in Cannes, as they had no branch in Nice, to pay the excess. "Then we will order the glass - only a few days." Grrrr. Our frustration mounted when, on arriving at the garage, the mechanic had none of our details and didn't know where he would get the glass from.

The saga is fast becoming a farce. Our rather slowly becoming one - it's been nearly a month since I broke the rear windscreen reversing into an olive tree in a Granada campsite.

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Yesterday we went to Pont Du Garde outside Avignon. This impressive aqueduct was built to take spring water to Nimes, some 50km away, and has stood straddling the Gardon river for nearly 2,000 years. Amazing architects them Roman's.

Speaking of Roman's, that's where we're headed next - ROME.

We're currently on a quite little campsite somewhere between Nice and Antibes having spent the afternoon hanging out by the Turquoise waters of the Med; tomorrow we aim to make it to Pisa and then Rome the following day.

Ciao for now.